“Why do you always look towards the sky?” Her mom asked her one day.
“Because I am going to shine like moon someday” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, a dream in her voice, and uncertainty in her heart.
“Become moon or star, but only after death.” Her mother said with sarcasm. “Better concentrate on picking rags now. Only they will get us a good meal at night.”
Roshni looked at her with eyes as if a dream had shattered in them, but she recollected herself. “You see ma, I am going to shine one day.”
This time her voice wasn’t as bright.
…to be continued.
Sahar Raman Deep